Do you still remember
September’s foggy breeze,
The sweet delusion of novelty
Clouding our minds with
Thoughts of what could be,
The same mist that
Dampened our hearts
And blinded our eyes
To the otherwise lucid reality
That Winter would soon arrive
To turn our mist into frost?
I can still remember,
For History repeats itself
And all hope is lost.
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